"Wake up you useless brat!" I heard my step mother shouting from upstairs, I quickly got up from the floor and dressed in my blue skirt and my white shirt and start heading to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast and to do some cleaning to not get my ass in trouble with that bitch Sarah and my father."you call this shit, pancakes?!" my father shouted grab the plate and throwing it to my direction, I acted fast and dripped to the floor and avoiding the plate . "We're not done from you you little shit" and she start hitting me with the plates. some of them did hit me but most of them didn't success so she start kicking me till I blacked out.
I gasped, waking up in my sweat "Oh no, it's happening again" I used to have this dreams when I was in London and I thought I will never have them again, apparently I though wrong.
I suddenly heard someone banging on the door as hard as they can, I quickly dressed and opened the door "Miss Hilton?" there stood a copper behind him two of his men"Y-Yes?" I answered "Come with me, I need to ask you some questions " okay Bella don't freak out he just want to ask some questions, I hope it's not about Kimber.
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"Where are we going, Mr... ?" For the last 15 minutes we were walking to god know where in silent
"Campbell, Inspector Campbell. And were going to the church, but before that" he stopped walking and turned around facing me "Why did you come here?"
"Sorry?"
"Come on, a lonely girl suddenly move from London to this hell hole, you didn't have any financial problem back there and you had a good job plus you had your father money, so why the sudden changes?" clearly he did a research about me and my father.
"Well, two months ago my father and step mother were murdered in our house and the police never found who did it. So, I moved here out of fear and every time I step a foot inside all I see is their dead body." I didn't lie it is the truth but I kept some of it from him, I don't trust him.
He turned around and said "Were here" He opened the door and we stepped inside the church to find the lady I met yesterday, Poll, lighting the candles.
"A gentleman would take off his hat and put out his pipe." she said
Mr.Campbell ignored her and start knocking on the chairs with his pipe, she turned around to give him an annoyed look then her eyes landed on me, she quickly turned pretending that she don't know me.
"I see you Specials only dare to come here when you know the boys are away at the fair."
"You mean your nephews with their guns and their razors? Is it them you're lighting candles for?"
"No, She is lighting candles for the boys from the Garrison who lost their lives in France." I answered. He faced me "And how do you know?" He asked confused "There's a list there." I pointed at the wall behind him.
"I hear you didn't make it to France, Inspector Campbell." Poll said
"You've heard of me. I've heard of you. " he said walking to her, then he start heading to the back door "Is it the Holy Grail you're looking for?"she asked him, he turned around and walks to her but this time a little faster and much closer "As a matter of fact it is the Holy Grail I'm looking for. Something precious. Something stolen. " he suddenly pushed her to table behind her "Perhaps you know what I'm talking about." they looked at each other for a while and then Poll kissed him, ew
He backed away quickly shocked written all over his face " Sorry, I misunderstood your intention when you pushed me against the wall." she said smiling, I chuckled, e glared at me and opened the back door the police start coming inside the church "Turn the place upside down. Arthur Shelby said you people would help us. "

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Her eyes ➳Thomas Shelby [1]
FanfictieWhen I was 10 I lived in London with my father and his wife, Sarah. She used to hit every night and the worst part is that my father knows and sometimes he watch and laugh at me. One day, Sarah hit me so hard on the back of my head with something I...